Chorus: Final ChapterIs you a real or a fake niggaGet caught and run ya trap to the jake niggasTryin to turn a benjamin into a 8 figgaWhen shit get sweet, this click we can taste it

{Final Chapter}Ain't nuthin worse than a snake on a daily basisThe words that test, my job to the shit is trying to ace itPissin on this shitty pavement, beef is snareCock back scream what, then face itReal niggas make it, while bitch niggas fake itSippin henicee, on the rocks and never O.J. to chase itMy click take niggas back like Jane Close in Acin'Feelin for niggas who stomach hurtin', never ate shitFinal Chapter, want ya niggas to sleepCuz we be comin up this hill, and this hill is steepI spit hard to make it tougher for ya clowns to eatThugged out, my niggas lay it down in the streetsPound to wheat, from overseas, from L.F.C.Home of the legends, plus missions beatsFor this tale to decrease, y'all all turn suckaWe fly O.T., with fire brain in our chucka

{Noreaga}Yo I was told by 3 wise men, you gotta get dough times tenAnd when ya mula correct, aiyo the dough straight justflow down to ya neckGet ya cash up, cuz some time you pass ass upGet ya dough right, I knew you were gonna fuck with a slutMy flow is in and out, and out and inNo doubt, make ya niggas say ouch againAnd the shit mine, get my journal's a spit shineStay hard, plus a nigga hit hard tardIf I ain't in Iraq, then I'm right in the margeTao-tao-tao, like the Flipmode SquadNigga hop my shit, so when you cop my shitYou got a shotgun? Nigga gonna cop my shitYeah my name papi, but I ain't poppin shitStraight knock you out, like the Rocky shitWhile ya cornballs nigga, straight coppin shit

Chorus: Final Chapter {modified}Is you a real or a fake nigga?Get caught and run ya track to the jakes niggasTrying to turn a benjamin into a 8 figgaWhen shit gets sweet, this click we can taste niggasEmbrace niggasTo the death, we be livin it upAll my niggas who ain't givin a fuckCop ya shit and bustDon't look here, if you hate niggaWhen shit gets sweet, this click we can taste niggasEmbrace niggas

{Final Chapter}It's been a while comin, fullback endzone with meTimes is paper, gotta make moves slowlyThings changin, prepare for the occasionSchool face only, slanted eyes like a MasianYou ain't amazin me, or facin meGive them 2 weeks, I hope fiends are blazin keyAnd when you flash ya cards, you never surprise usY'all like deetechs, need better disguisesWord from the wises, get dough, break breadCatch me with a virgin that strictly give headAnd when there's somethin on my mind, then it quickly get saidFreestyle, M.O.B., nigga voi p nowThugged voice, first choice, ya clowns is secondaryStill full of couple things short like FebruaryFrom Iraq to P.R., the world is oursWe are, Final Chapter, thugged out, we'll see ya